Her fingers curl slightly against his arm, catching on fabric and lingering against the warmth there before falling away. Confusion knits itself on Fred's brow.
"Of course -- I am alright."
The words are delicately and carefully measured.
"You are not strong, then? Am I mistaken? Are you are equipped to live the words you speak?"
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"Of course -- I am alright."
The words are delicately and carefully measured.
"You are not strong, then? Am I mistaken? Are you are equipped to live the words you speak?"